They all said they understood her, but one thing after another only proved that they did not understand her at all—just like she herself did not understand herself.
She did not even know what she herself was thinking, or what she wanted. How could anyone else possibly understand her?
No one in this world would understand her, just as no one would ever be sincere with her.
That kind of pure sincerity—liking her solely because she was Yu Qing, solely because she was herself—did not exist. Not a single person possessed it.
Because of the Yu Family's status, even when she rarely went to school as a child, kids her age would still come to her house, acting as though they were close to her and treating her well.
Sometimes, she truly believed that she had friends.
But no matter who they were, in the end, she only received two kinds of messages.
One was, "My mom and dad made me come. I wanted to go browse accessory shops with my friends instead."
The other was, "Could you tell your mom and dad that you really like me? If possible, could you get them to like my mom and dad too?"
Ah, so I wasn't their friend.
So they wanted my parents to like their parents.
At first, she thought that friends were nothing important. If she could not have them, then so be it. She still had her parents, and the older brother from the Shangguan Family. They treated her so well and liked her so much. She did not need anyone else's fake affection.
Later, her parents left this world.
And after that, her brother left too.
The Shangguan Min of today was not the one she knew. Or rather, he was not the one she remembered—the one